234 Book(s) Related to brow arc

Three years ago, I exhausted everything I had in the Abyss Game to save my critically ill wife.
Three years later, my wife and her lover became an inseparable pair in the Abyss Game. To save their own lives, they used my only sister as a substitute, sending her to a dangerous situation where she was devoured by ghouls.
They thought I had lost everything and could be humiliated at will.
But when I chose to accept becoming the master of the Abyss Game, why did they suddenly kneel down and beg for mercy?

I'm a folklorist. Folk traditions are my field.
At first, I thought it was just an ordinary rhyme, a scrap of oral history set to a tune.
"A rag doll in the mire, swinging high up to the sky..."
We all thought it was just a prank.
Until the first person drowned in the bog. Then the second fell from a tower crane. Then the third somehow drowned in a bathtub.
I stared at the black symbol surfacing on the back of my hand.
And then I saw the dean—the one who was supposed to be dead—standing outside my dorm window in a long black dress, smiling at me with impossible tenderness...

Reborn: My Father Forced Me to Marry the Alpha's Crippled Son in Place of My Sister.

In this new life, gone are my days of scheming for things that were never mine. I agreed joyfully.

The Alpha's crippled son, a man I'd initially pitied, has turned my world upside down.

He showers me with affection. And then there are his siblings.

They trail after me like little ducklings, their eyes shining with adoration.

"Big Sister - in - Law, tell us that story again, the one about how you outsmarted those mean rogues!" he pleads, his voice filled with eagerness. A little girl, with pigtails bouncing as she jumps up and down, chimes in. "Yeah, please! And you were so brave, Big Sister - in - Law. I want to be just like you when I grow up!"

Even the older ones, who usually try to act all cool and aloof, can't hide their respect.

The eldest brother nods at me, a rare smile on his face. "You've changed this family, you know. We all look up to you now."

Who would have thought that a forced marriage could lead to a life so full of warmth, so overflowing with the kind of acceptance and adoration I'd only ever dreamed of?

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.